The soul singer, she was shotand my father cries because she looks like me and I look like my mother,although he leaves that last partout.We drink red wineuntil we can’t help but talkabout the way she had to crushthe bones of love aga

Purge

Apr 17th, 2021 46s

Let the stones fall from my wet mouth inGentle heaves, forThey have pitted themselves Too deep, and too longRotting out my guts to blackened soil Some even swelled and split with seedTook root, and climbed to curl inside my throatLike th

Cutting Teeth

Mar 21st, 2021 55s

After three years of cutting teethUnable to evolve,We sit in the river, tryingTo meet each other,Finally.On this, the last night Of our grand gameOf House, which we have alwaysPlayed to win.I mean to encounter you,To push through th

Taking Space

Mar 13th, 2021 2m 19s

I move to fillup space. I am movedto make full that which hungers. By age ten, I lovedto climb down into the caves and pressmy body to the cool sandstone that has forever smelled of fertile silence, between the breathless blackjaws of

Same Ship

Mar 12th, 2021 5m 30s

I wrote this about a year ago at the beginning of my sobriety and the end of my relationship during the covid lockdown, just before I quit smoking, all while my city burned with the BLM riots.I.The Walmarts all are empty, shelves gaping to

Nettle Boys

Mar 11th, 2021 1m 13s

Published in Atomic Flyswatter Vol. 1, 2020Withered and acrid are these stinging-nettle boys. Their shallow, blackened sneers cuff my ankles in red laceand my mother, pitiless, shrugs the blood awayhaving clearly given up on my wearing

Interregnum

Mar 7th, 2021 1m 18s

Published in Indicia Literary Journal, Volume 4.1, Winter/Spring 2020The butterhung wind licks summer skin like sugar dog tongues,golden as the space your belly laugh oncecarved out of this very room. Now I rent it out at storage rates.

Poem I Hid Inside Your Book and Then on Second Thought Retrieved

Mar 7th, 2021 1m 8s

It was Jung’s Red Book. The boy is irrelevant. Published in Atomic Fly-Swatter Vol. 1You thunder, silver-tonguedabout your alien planetlike a junkyard guard dog,dislodge thick snarls from your throat,taste the rusted air for fear.I do n

Letter to a Man I Would Have Been Proud to Love

Mar 7th, 2021 3m 27s

A brief eye opening heartache that may or may not have happened entirely in my imagination, 2020

Beautiful in Red

Mar 7th, 2021 1m 31s

For Barbara. Published in the spring/summer issue of Newtown Literary Journal, 2020. My father beat on the walls like aprisoner, while his motherhung chunks of herself out to dry as if she werevenison, a Hail Mary st

Left-Handed Snack

Mar 7th, 2021 2m 39s

A poem in which I love from afar The ghost of your jaw still burrows,All teethskin and scruffInto my neck, savoring the milky velvet Virgin cove behind my ear, an offering That tugs a hungry purr up from your gutAs one might pull a bri

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